Reflecting

Reflecting on
hauling Cerwin-Vegas
7 floors up.

Polytechnic, me
long-haired and
skinny.

Reflecting on
four-dimensional-trigonometry,
physics pizza party,

suicidal thoughts.
A damn fine
twenty-first.

Reflecting on
entrapment, or
late night taco runs

never taken. On
Pink Floyd mug shots
confiscating youth.

Reflecting on
mushrooms
in autumn:

faces
and fists
in the rock.

Reflecting on
poetry in the corner
by the quarry,

now concrete.
Smoking cloves
in the afternoon.

Reflecting on
Poe and Thoreau,
on Kafka's chitin,

or Ginsberg
smoking marijuana
every chance he gets.

Reflecting on
giving up, on
waiting. Then

starting over again.
Reflecting on
finally being done.